Sonya “The bridal train is ready,” Elena whispered in my ear, “we have to get going.”I nodded and took a last stance before the mirror. Never in my life have I been decorated as much as Olga, Elena, mother, my aunts, and the maids had decorated me.I forced a weak smile on my face just to admire myself, then I turned to Olga and Elena, and mother. “Let’s go.”Olga raised a finger. “Wait, we are missing something,” she raised a long see-through material the same color as my gown, “the veil.”She closed in on me and put the veil over my head. She adjusted it properly as it draped over my face, hiding my smile fr

                   Adam SmithRosa wanted attention. She wanted us to steal the show, and sure, we did steal the show. The media, the guests, all heads turned the very moment we stepped into the venue.She struck all the wondrous poses she had stockpiled so far, and I played my role, putting my hand around her waist and looking her in the eyes with affection when she hugged my chest and looked up at me.Those power couple poses would surely make headlines if the Medvedevs had the wedding party broadcasted and published in the media.We both strutted into the hall and a lady usher guided us to the table reserved for the Smiths. I saw the sudden change in Rosa’s countenance as she realized the table wasn’t just for the two of us. It was for any guest

                             JordanAsides from the security guards at the gates of the Medvedev estate, the first thing that welcomed us to the wedding party were endless flashes of light cracking at us like countless finger snaps.Valerie knew the game. She held me by the car and allowed the rattling cameras to do their job for a minute before she slipped her hand into mine and whispered into my ear.“Be a gentleman, Jordan.”I nodded once and we swaggered through the red carpet leading into the mansion, evading press men wanting to interview us as we swaggered in.A woman in a white shirt and black skirt, paired with black stilettos and a red tag on the left side of her chest

                          Adam Smith Volkov and Maria walked down to us before we could join the queue heading to the ballroom. He tugged at my sleeve while Maria stood beside him with her arms folded, not bothering to say hello to either Aunt Veronica or Rosa.“Volkov,” I said and shook hands with him, “I’ve been on the lookout for you.”He smiled and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I was busy with something really important.”I raised my brows. What could be more important than his brother’s wedding party? And by the way, what is Maria doing with him? I thought she was supposed to be with Bruce. Who the heck was Bruce taking the flowers to? Guess it’s high time I start asking qu